Thursday, February 26, 2015

So. I've had the wee foster ones in
our care for quite some time now. It makes for a crowded house and a crowded
table in my head.

People always ask, "Are you going to adopt them..." And I
have to go into a shortened version of no and why.

The end game of foster placements is permanency. The kids are not meant to
stay with foster families forever. They are meant to return to mom, go to a
relative or the foster family adopts them. Another option is someone becoming a
guardian. Which is not quite adoption.

This is the most likely option for our foster son. He lives, most of the
time, with his grandparents. They rely on us for support and care of the little
guy. They cannot raise him without us. I say this not out of arrogance, but out
of three years with this family. However, once they become guardians, things
will change.

What we think about, what I think about, is our obligation to this little
guy. He loves us. He sees us as a stable loving family he gets to be part of.
We agree. We don't agree to keep enabling his grandparents. To be completely
selfish, we don't want them in our lives ever, ever again. Three years is
enough with those people.

But again, those people can't raise him without us.

It's a tough, tough, tough, tough, tough place to even think about. So I
won't. Nothing will change in the next month so I'll just end that here.

I can say my life would be very empty without the crowded table.
Entanglements being what they are, it's not a bad way to go about being useful.
I'm not meant for a life of ease. I've been given much too much strength for
that.